Haiku Page 3, Dec 2012

December 2012

 Vanguard Haiku



First Place 

        each month your tombstone 
        washed in anger and in love 
        questions still remain 

Marie Shimane

                Second Place


    watering
    the zen garden 
    with water 


Owen Bullock

                   Third Place


    made of paper
    I fold myself and lean 
    into the wind 


S.M. Abeles

 

 Seven Honourable Mentions

(in no particular order)

 



    `  new widower
        a brisk wind opens
        his empty mailbox

Victor P. Gendrano




he discovers
a periwinkle on the beach 
but not himself 

Owen Bullock




snowflakes
falling on the suitcase
falling on me

Tzetzka Ilieva



silver night falls,
twilight jousts dusk for 
poetic supremacy 

Helen Frost



fallen leaves
reflecting on how death 
will pluck mine someday 

Adjei Agyei-Baah



Father’s icy hand
rests in mine while we wait - 
the cancer clinic 

Mary Alves Sella



burial ground
still holding onto his ring 
on my finger 

Adjei Agyei-Baah

 

 

 Zatsuei, Haiku of Merit

 (in alphabetical order)


   

             my father's footsteps the size of every morning

 S.M. Abeles



a street lined 

with broken bottles, 
my heart barefoot 

S.M. Abeles



six A.M.

no one at the bus stop
well no one else

Maxianne Berger

 


endless rain

I watch dreams
go

Maxianne Berger




Heimkehr – 
die Augen des Soldaten 
hundert Jahre alt

coming home -
the eyes of the soldier
a hundred years old

Gerd Boerner



I walk alone
the path bifurcates
........death or life?

Siddhartha Borkakati

 


Evening walk
my shadow outstripped me
....loneliness.

Siddhartha Borkakati


the cloud
has swallowed
the artist’s palette

Owen Bullock




if I don’t
pick this flower it has
a few days more

Owen Bullock


ocean waves playing the music he                                       dreams to

 Susan Constable




an infant’s headstone –
did anyone
hear her cry?

Susan Constable



forgotten upper shelf
the plaster dust
of self-regard

Bill Cooper



car unscathed
the muntjac’s eyes
still bright

Robert Davey


He sat still alone
Trying hard to remember
When he last had joy

Yvonne Dennis




Made a huge snow ball
Tried to roll it home for mum
It broke in the road

Yvonne Dennis


The Neighbor

Blueblack butterfly
sips clear-seeming rain from a
smashed cigarette pack.

Mary Krane Derr




The conversation
I thought to be intriguing
Was with a parrot.

Paul Desjardins


the look in her eye -
these winter stars
colder than ice

Jay Friedenberg




railroad crossing
unable to escape
this conversation

Ben Moeller-Gaa



the pub floor
holding up
our spirits

Ben Moeller-Gaa




talking over living wills
the hum of appliances 

Ben Moeller-Gaa


aroma of sugar-plums 
remembering only
the nape of her neck

Lin Geary 




hospice garden
plastic flowers bloom
in the snow

Victor P. Gendrano


key that fits
everything
fits nothing

LeRoy Gorman




the many ways to die

more than one
religion

LeRoy Gorman


another
blue holiday
lost child

William Hart



words lost
in the scuffle of leaves
Giacometti's starved knights

Raffael de Gruttola


naked rain soaks hair
freezes nipples and runs down clefts
and crevasses

Sterling Haynes




gamma rays rage
onto life, mushrooms float
two cities crumble

Sterling Haynes



Starlit night…
a homeless man
collects scrap metal

Alicia Hilton




Winter bounty...
my neighbor donates
his body to a medical school

Alicia Hilton



history field trip
scantily dressed teens
admiring colonial gowns

Elizabeth Howard




a tall black lady
with bright yellow hair says,
"Are you a Jew?"

Howard Lee Kilby


the white sun
setting behind steel clouds...
your cold eyes

Natalia Kuznetsova



hospice seclusion
a white moth fluttering
against the window

Natalia Kuznetsova



news of the break-up --
a split pomegranate bleeds 
on the cutting board 

Priscilla H. Lignori



months turn to years
gold turns to silver
the autumn of life

Marilyn Linn



I stretch out
in bed alone
the taste of moonlight

Chen-ou Liu



dust to dust...
pampas grass whispering
to pampas grass

Chen-ou Liu


wedding night
the winter moonlight
on their beds

Chen-ou Liu




blood-red earth
pattering on his coffin
winter rain

Chen-ou Liu



lonely morning
the plaintive cry
of a hawk

Gregory Longenecker



kitty's gone --
only a cricket's chirp
keeps me company

CaroleAnn Lovin

                        
sun drunk
a bee explores
my wife's thigh

John McManus
 



garden statues
I stand beside the one
that looks like me

John McManus



too many to count—
bats spiralling out
of the cave's mouth

John McManus 




my shadow moves
ahead of me riding
a scooter

Aju Mukhopadhyay


forgotten cemetery—
the rustling
of mourning dove wings

Nancy Nitrio




from room to room
she walks –
her daughter’s scent

Ronny Noor


none to play
with her dolls –
mother giving them away

Ronny Noor

 


she sees her in them all –
those playing
with her daughter’s dolls

Ronny Noor


house for sale—
after fifty years
nothing left to say

Marian Olson



old folks’ home
a game of solitaire
to pass the hours

Marian Olson



shiny black coffin
the widow’s reflection
on its surface

Patricia Prime



brain tumour
a variety of wigs
cover her head

Patricia Prime



airport terminal
children cling to their father
as he leaves for war

Patricia Prime



 in the fast food store
a charity box stands empty
another famine

Andy Pomphrey



 how cold…
 her kisses have become
 frost forecast

Andy Pomphrey


 
 
 my life crisis
 the wrinkled monk points his cane
 to the sea

Brian Robertson

 

 an iceberg
 grief freezes my eyes
 floating on tears

Minal Sarosh
 


 these ocean mornings
 cold -- the sand between my toes
 keeping a warm past

Marie Shimane

 
 in his zen garden
 the high anglican priest
 watering Buddha 

Guy Simser

 

 in the dusk
 as if my mum waits for me
 on the empty bench

Diana Teneva

 



 the same gleam:
 old silver spoon
 and my hair

Anita Virgil


 wrinkle upon wrinkle --
 how dare I think
 of passion!

Anita Virgil
 

 your teacup
 and I
 share our loneliness

Athena Zaknic

 


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